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At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in a hidden pile of rocks.

Two bald men were lying in the grass, with a few dry grasses on their heads, looking as sleazy as could be.

"Senior brother, are we really going in?" Zhunti lowered his voice, clutching his left buttock, the spot where Di Ting had bitten him last time. Although the wound had healed, the psychological trauma remained. "The Witch Clan is now a den of dragons and tigers. What if we're discovered..."

Jieyin also looked bitter, but there was nothing he could do.

"Junior brother, we don't want this either," Jieyin sighed. "But that madman Dijun said that as long as we help hold off Nuwa and Tongtian, our debt to the Underworld will be wiped clean. Just think about it, how much merit is that? How many years would we have to work for the Underworld to pay it off?"

The moment the topic of repaying debts came up, Zhunti's eyes hardened instantly.

Poverty is the original sin.

I'll fight anything to avoid paying back the money!

"Alright! Let's be careful then." Zhunti took out a magical artifact from his robes that could conceal the secrets of heaven. "We won't confront the Ancestral Witches head-on. We'll just make some noise on the periphery to lure Tongtian out. As long as Tongtian leaves, Dijun's grand formation can be activated."

The two of them crept in furtively.

They thought they had done it perfectly, that their saintly methods had concealed their presence, and that even the patrolling high shaman hadn't noticed.

Unfortunately, they met their nemesis.

It was by a small stream not far away.

Lin Tian was riding on the back of a huge beast, holding a blade of grass in his hand, idly swaying back and forth.

The strange beast looked like a lion and a dog at the same time, with particularly large ears, and it was lying on the ground listening to something.

It is none other than the number one divine beast of the underworld—Di Ting (modified version).

"Tian Tian, ​​let's go back. I want to eat meat bones." Di Ting spoke in human language, his voice a simple, honest old man's voice.

"What's the rush? Play a little longer." Lin Tian patted Di Ting's head. "My dad said things haven't been peaceful these past few days, and he wants me to guard the gate. If any bad guys get in, my dad will spank me."

Suddenly, Di Ting's ears twitched.

It suddenly stood up and sniffed the air.

"It smells." Di Ting grinned. "A poor, shabby smell, mixed with a bit of... well, the smell of someone trying to renege on a debt."

Lin Tian's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the back of the Di Ting. The brick in his hand (a replica of the Heaven-Turning Seal) instantly grew larger.

"Where are they? Are they those two bald guys?"

Di Ting nodded, pawed at the ground, and growled in a low growl: "It's in the grass over there. I can smell it, it's that guy whose ass tasted really good last time."

In the bushes, Zhunti froze.

"Senior brother... why do I feel a chill rushing straight to the top of my head?"

Before the guide could answer, a childish yet domineering shout was heard.

"Close the door! Unleash the dogs!"

"Woof!"

Di Ting let out a bark that sounded nothing like a divine beast, and transformed into a golden light, rushing directly into the bushes.

That speed was too fast, and it carried a strange causal lock-on.

"Oh no! We've been discovered!" Jieyin exclaimed in alarm, grabbing Zhunti and trying to run away.

But Zhunti was a step too slow.

Or rather, Di Ting has a particular fondness for his buttocks.

"Snap!"

A crisp tearing sound followed by the sound of teeth piercing flesh.

"Awooo—!!!"

Zhunti let out a piercing scream and jumped up.

Di Ting was seen biting his right buttock tightly, its four claws gripping his thigh, and no matter how hard Zhun Ti tried to shake it off, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Let go! You beast! Let go!" Zhunti cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"Where do you think you're going! Watch out for the bricks!"

Lin Tian wasn't idle either. The brick in his hand whistled out, carrying the magical power of a Golden Immortal, and smashed hard into the back of Jieyin's head.

Jieyin was, after all, a saint. Although he didn't want to argue with a child, the brick came at him with great force, so he could only turn around and block it.

"Bang!"

Golden light shimmered everywhere.

Although Jieyin managed to block it, his hand was still numb from the shock. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this was no ordinary brick; it was clearly a replica of a supreme treasure imbued with a trace of Pangu's oppressive power!

"How come this little brat from the witch clan is so rich?!" Jieyin felt a pang of envy. He, a dignified saint, possessed magical treasures that were less valuable than those of a child of a few years old.

"Senior brother, save me! This dog is poisonous!" Zhunti was still screaming in agony. Di Ting's teeth carried the karmic backlash; a bite not only caused physical pain but also agonized the very soul.

At this moment, several angry roars came from deep within Buzhou Mountain.

"Who dares to bully my nephew?!"

"Who's the fool who dares to cause trouble?!"

Those were the voices of Dijiang and Zhurong. Several terrifying auras were rapidly approaching.

Jieyin's expression changed drastically.

If they were surrounded by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, plus that treacherous Lin Xuan, they would be in deep trouble today.

"Junior brother! The wind's getting strong! Let's get out of here!"

Jieyin gritted his teeth, directly summoned the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, and rammed it hard into Di Ting, sending the dog flying. Then he grabbed Zhunti, who was clutching his buttocks, and transformed into a streak of light and ran away.

"Don't run! Leave your butt behind!" Lin Tian shouted, still waving a brick behind him.

Di Ting rolled on the ground, got up, spat out a piece of cloth, and looked disgusted.

"Pah! This fabric is awful, it'll get stuck in your teeth."

Lin Tian ran over and patted Di Ting's head: "Well done! I'll have my dad give you an extra chicken leg later! The kind made with dragon meat like last time!"

Diting wagged its tail happily.

Hearing this from afar, Zhunti, who was fleeing, was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Dragon meat used to make chicken legs to feed dogs?

This witch clan... is simply inhumanly extravagant!

Inside the Pangu Palace, Lin Xuan withdrew his divine sense, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"The two Western Saints... now that you're here, don't think you can leave so easily. This debt will be recorded in the Book of Life and Death."

He turned around and looked in the direction of the delivery room.

That's where the main event of today is.